glowinthedark afterglow of afterglow
“In the light of the setting sun, Men either beat the pot and sing Or loudly bewail the approach of old age. Misfortune.”
“The sun at the foot of the mountain: The image of grace. Thus does the superior man proceed. When clearing up current affairs. But he dare not decide controversial issues in this way.”
“When confronted with novelty, the Vampyroteuthis Infernalis jolts its glow-in-the-dark ink. In humans and Vampyroteuthes the transmission of information is a cumulative process; they are historical animals, so to speak – animals that have overcome their animal nature.The central problem in glowing-in-the-dark is memory. The artist forgets that he is committed to the transmission of acquired information to other humans, and he allows the object to swallow up his commitment. Vampyroteuthian art may serve as a model for understanding this cultural revolution – the history of human art may be divided into three unequally long stages. The first stage lasted up until the first industrial revolution, the second for the duration of industrial society and the third started with the second industrial revolution and leads into a future as yet unimaginable. Human self-actualization is no longer the struggle against the insidious resistance of inert objects, for this struggle can be left to the machines and apparatuses. Human work becomes superfluous. Human self-actualization from now on is the manipulation of new immaterial information, or what is known as - software processing. In this context, - soft unquestionably refers to mollusks. We create chromatophores (television, video, computer monitors transmitting synthetic images) with whose help the senders deceitfully seduce the receivers – a strategy that will doubtless be called – art.” - Vilém Flüsser
Decay Sustain's Release of Afterness' Shine:
What is the afterglow of afterglow? Metapocalypse. Radioactivity as it affects the body. Organisms, perhaps party. Mild consciousness. Another illusion. Yet another beginning. Ultraviolet. Hang. A nap. Back to normal. Smell of asperges. Eternal beauty. Night and all its names. Death. Confusion is sex. Borgean mirror labyrinth hangover. Futire. The Glow. After. Metaprogramming. The explosion after the pikadon. Nothing? Pechblenda. Blindness after staring at the sun & the emotion that embrace the body & soul post experiencing a powerfull aurora borealis. Leftover from a fireplace. This is a very difficult question because the afterglow is a subjective subject and might only have an afterglow for some people but not for others. Life, new strat and new beginnings. Repeating the same mastaikes. We need to know which glow we had, if we had any. The glow in the digital realm is seen more like an euphoria than something really recognized as brilliant or shinning by other circuits. How is your work already overcome and obsolete? From the beggining my code couldn't manage the interactions I needed. It is absorbed by the flooded overmediated pool. It mus not be so. By not trying. It was always overcome i am working backwards. Cloudy. It never happened. By so many other great artists. All technology is an approximation. By being incomplete. It has not. By other people thinking their work is not. Being my passions. My mirror is broken. By a friendly soul. Walk with planned obsolescence. It is started overcome and obsolete. It is painfully small. As snapshot glitch panoramics the time & place are gone for ever; the present is already the past. How is not relevavant here. Ask me again. Our work started off as obsolete and we are hoping that it becomes even more obsolete because then we will have reached the ultimate goal which is pointlessness. How does your work entrain socially? Generating unconscious and dreams. It confronts you to respond, it will not necessarily entertain. It doesn't. By dumpping trash in an art institituion. Directly hitting the target ussing bad forbidden words. Shamanicly. Physical phun. Its a chance toopt in. We sing together. Hardly generating affections. It makes you uncomfortable. No one cares. Machine-empathic cartographies. Off the grid. Trying hard to getting into the grip. It does not. Entirely. No questions asked.
How does your work contributes to the decay of the world and culture? I am trying to connect unconsciency. Entertains the idea that the universe is alive and growing, learning. Desire of negation. It is the decay, doesnt contribute. Living is a deadly issue. Impersonating it. t generates a problem. By deconstructing popular languages. By abdicating personal boundaries imposed by crappy technology. It'll be irrelevant next week. The decay is older than my work. Through health industry. It adds academic assets to the cultural stock market. Its decays through recontextualization. Uncovering unintentional aestheics. Postponing it. It does not. Imagine a dream. I am not in the position to answer. For how long your process must be sustained for it to work as desired? I don't think it could go further. It must continue for as long as it takes. Between 5 minutes and 300 years. As long as you use software; atoms of seconds but continuosly. Orever. 0.12 seconds. For an indeterminate lenght. I'll be happy if 2 people use it. Week or so. Forever. One deep breath. For one sincere moment. It must not be sustained but rebooted. Several generations. Nanoseconds.com. Centuries. Instant. The present is already the past. How may we release from the burdens your work create? Celebrate yur wrok. With a little passion. You cannot. Don't release, move on. This is indecidable. Drugs, exercise, weeping. By creating your own rituals at home. Zero burden. Yes. By acting on your local issues and forgeting what you heard. By creating limitlessly. Unplug. That's very mean to say. I do not. You may not. You can not. What is essential about your work and what is mere ornament in it? It is just adornation, but in the way of fetichism and transformation. The fun, and the lack of meaning. Trash is production of capital. Spontaneous sparks. Concentration. Transcendent experiences for any specificity. Affection is essential, but only as a by-product. The graphics are superfluous, but it catches peopes eyes. Every ornament is essential. Listening is the core and code is the skin. The importance of the question being asked.Not being able to share your experience. Ornament is not dead. Mostly ornament with incidental work. The whole thing is mere ornament. Power is.
How does your language deals with aftermath? Anwfully. Semiotic guerrilla. One step at the time. Visually. Silence. Symbolic intuition. By exploring post western aesthetics via western culture. It doesn't, other than a slight acceleration towards this ineviterfuckers.ability. I learnt some new art words, thus killing a normal vocabulary. We will sing! Nonsense takes us through numbers, lights of times. Internally. We don't speak. Some mornings I wake up and ask: “What did I said?” I let myself be corrected. Math after math. The spectator eyes & mind is trigered to express deep feelings. What will, inevitably, endure from your work? Nothing. The same as this dude before me said. Privacy, and cash. Emotions and emotional memory. Plastic waste. Hopefully nothing. It will most likely sit on a server for a ong time. Documentation. Neologisms. Strange memories. Maps of previously unsensed impressions. Batteries.Packeging. Its duration. Atoms. A void souvenir. What does your work needs from all the other works? Absolutely everything. As collective intelligenge agency. I need fans. Needs thheir production. As much as they need me not more. It is inevitable. The collaboration of humanity. It needs people. It needs cntext. They are the medium. To create an appropriate listening environment. It needs followers. I dont undersstand the question. To be able to exist. No others, we complete each other. Their existence. Power. Context & interaction spontanity. What this event may become after our mistakes? It is just vain. Well, it may never be seen or heard. Living organisms interact with the whole. A memory. 3 minute video on an internet site. A warning. A still picture. A learning experience. Forgotten. Vanish. There are no mistakes. A more cozy place for all kinds of techniques, not only the productive industrial ones. Connections through creation. Sensible. Your mistakes are not ours. An event affected by mistakes. There is no right or wrong just experiments. How is this process useless? It is just vain – the humans versus the planet people. In many ways. I dont know. It's not useless, everything is useless then. It is not functional in this dimension. Playing is never useless. We're trying for it not to be. It's dependent on (con)temporary ideals and ideas. Useless is a nihilistic, but its part of my existance. Because we are all useless moths. In a sweet way. Everything can be useless if you let it be. If you believe it is. How is it usefull? It should be. Just as life.
A Trash Comet's Tale: as leeches appear on apples and ideas blossom facts as care unfolds into ethical and bodies in images tacts as the song entrain voices that dissolve into noises and words become ink as emotions turn to think overhang hang over, decadence decays blindspot of sight, fallen sounds we say productivity out of relations networks into affections structural energetic elations detection motion detection drying is the turning of the gear burning is the processor's skin printing pages none shall read in languages not yet to speak programming traps out of maps only ourselves could into step for the spectacle of the show as death for the coinage flow that decantation every dead poet knows stardust glimpse we are for the afterglow
“We must look seven generations into the future to know the effects of our decisions, choices and actions so we will make wise choices which will be good for us and for those who shall come after us.� - Chief Seattle
“Here the end of the day has come. The light of the setting sun calls to mind the fact that life is transitory and conditional. Caught in this external bondage, men are usually robbed of their inner freedom as well. The sense of the transitoriness of life impels them to uninhibited revelry in order to enjoy life while it lasts, or else they yield to melancholy and spoil the precious time by lamenting the approach of old age. Both attitudes are wrong. To the superior man it makes no difference whether death comes early or late. He cultivates himself, awaits his allotted time, and in this way secures his fate.”
“Don't be sad. Be like the sun Always on noon.”